silverbutterflyspell
The policy said one thing. One was to conform to the rules. Of course weren't rules meant to be broken. I stare at the offending piece of paper with disgust. It was a white prison formed from the poor life of an unsuspecting tree.
"Me, conform?"
"Ha!"
and it goes into the trash.
It was what I wanted.
So badly I could taste it on the tip of my tongue, stronger than any wine, or the sweetest juice from the ripest berry. It permeated my dreams like a thick fog, swallowing my consciousness and dragging me into the depths of desire.
Snipping away at my sanity like a barber. Turn me around in your chair again and again. Examine me and scrutinize, "Oh that's a bit too long"
Snip Snip
There goes some more of me..
Falling to the floor to be swept away in afterthought.